Flea sat in the bar, brow raised as she watched people filter through the dimly lit room. It was fine. She was fine. No one was paying her much attention anyway, save that her mug stayed relatively full, and the empty bowl in front of her indicated that she had ate at some point in the night. She sipped the beer slowly, making sure to keep her wits about her. Her days in the arenas had made it so that she was more than adept at using nearly anything as a weapon in a pinch, but she'd rather not end the evening knocking people upside the head with her mug, if it could be avoided.
And thankfully, the evening seemed to be just a normal night for people, no signs of a fight, or a drunken brawl happening any time soon. So she leaned back into her seat, getting more comfortable, on this, the third night she had been frequenting the place. A new friend had indicated that she might be able to find him here. Baije, that was. Her old mentor, and the only male that had been like a father to her.
She had been excited to find out that he had been awake long enough that she could track him. And she wasn't sure if the information was good still or not, it had about a week and a half trail time, so she might have missed him, and she'd have to track to another place. But the fact that she knew he was alive still, that was enough to keep her going right now. And it had been so long since she had seen him last, that the only thing she wanted was to find him, and ...
She didn't know the and, honestly. Since she had woke up, it was more, finding out if he was awake, and alive, and then, tracking. What would have happened had they not been set up in the past? Would she have been free at some point? Would he have formally made moves to put her squarely as his? So many unanswered questions, and the anxiety about them still, but she knew one thing. None of that could have a resolution, or even a beginning, until she found him.
So with another sip of her beer, her eyes tracked back to the door, to will him to appear soon. She wasn't sure she could take another night or two of false hope.
And thankfully, the evening seemed to be just a normal night for people, no signs of a fight, or a drunken brawl happening any time soon. So she leaned back into her seat, getting more comfortable, on this, the third night she had been frequenting the place. A new friend had indicated that she might be able to find him here. Baije, that was. Her old mentor, and the only male that had been like a father to her.
She had been excited to find out that he had been awake long enough that she could track him. And she wasn't sure if the information was good still or not, it had about a week and a half trail time, so she might have missed him, and she'd have to track to another place. But the fact that she knew he was alive still, that was enough to keep her going right now. And it had been so long since she had seen him last, that the only thing she wanted was to find him, and ...
She didn't know the and, honestly. Since she had woke up, it was more, finding out if he was awake, and alive, and then, tracking. What would have happened had they not been set up in the past? Would she have been free at some point? Would he have formally made moves to put her squarely as his? So many unanswered questions, and the anxiety about them still, but she knew one thing. None of that could have a resolution, or even a beginning, until she found him.
So with another sip of her beer, her eyes tracked back to the door, to will him to appear soon. She wasn't sure she could take another night or two of false hope.
02-11-2024, 04:17 PM
